The contrived days doesn't end and the gentle smile hurt
only we are left behind to change the past.
Are "you" a dream? or are you hope?
this accumulated time is unclear
we only let our wounds fester
unable to see and change anything.
If I could return to the original timeline when I knew nothing
I'd make those days without "you" because I suffered a lot
to be bound to the memories of a life I have never lived.
I extend my hand and can't reach the things I wish for
Was it all in vain? am I forgetting somethings?
drowning in a sea of stars and scatter.
